A Weird Way to Make A Living

I was walking around the ETO Show with four of my fellow Brit Babes last Sunday, when (as you’ll know if you’ve read my ETO blog), an extremely nice young woman from System JO came up to us asking if we’d like an ice cream. It was a very warm day, so how could we refuse? It was only when she asked what flavoured lube topping we’d like on it, (think Mr Whippy style raspberry or chocolate sauce), when it hit me…

Eating Lube Flavoured Ice Cream!!

This really is weird way to make a living! I was stood in a large show hall surrounded by semi clad folk modelling bondage equipment, looking at the latest line in metal cock harnesses, eating lemon flavouring on top of an ice cream- and no one was batting an eyelid. At what point in my life did this become normal? And how fantastic that it is so- well, ordinary (I say this in a good way)!!

Sex is fun. An overly simplistic sentence; but so true. And there I was, surrounded by people who are dedicating their entire careers to ensuring that it stays that way- that sex gets better- that every living person has the chance to have a better erotic experience; be they straight, gay, lesbian, large, small, able bodied, disabled, and so on… No one is excluded. The playing field is open and fair, and the air feels full of openness- how sad that an industry dedicated to make people feel good and happy, is so often shut behind closed doors. Anyway…

…there I was, eating this ice cream (I went for lemon and peach lube on mine- DELICIOUS- something I would normally say about lube), when I started to think about all the other things I’ve done, and all the things I’ve seen, that I’d never have experienced if I wrote any other genre but erotica.

If I wrote murder mysteries, I’d never have been invited to the wonderful Sh Woman’s Store, to stand around tables of vibrators, reading passages from The Perfect Submissive or Not Her Type. I would never have been picked up by a nice young man from Vanity Studios in London (not as dodgy as it sounds) to do a photo shoot in Soho- which lead to another one the following year.

There would have been no trip to Erotica 2013, to sell my books to some of the friendliest people in the world- many of whom had forgotten to put all of their clothes on…There would be no Brit Babes, and there would be no Brit Babe team cheering us all on- unthinkable!!

All this ‘ETO time’ musing. lead me back to my hotel room where, lying in a ridiculously hot bath, I began to giggle (no- not like that- you are so RUDE!!). If I didn’t write erotica, perhaps I wouldn’t look at any and every object around me and automatically change it into some sort of sex toy- without even registering I’m doing it. (At the moment it’s coffee syrup and frozen peas- you’ll see in time!!) Perhaps everyone I speak to wouldn’t take every innocent sentence I say as a come-on or an innuendo…?

I’m as sure as I can be that I wouldn’t get to stand in a public building and spank people, as I did At Smut by the Sea last week!!!

I know for a fact that my life wouldn’t be so full or so friendly. Okay, I get a few negative comments, and I could do without the occasional bit of stalker stuff, but WOW- it’s SO much fun!

It might well be a weird way to make a living- but it makes people happy. I’m not sure I’d have been able to say that if I had stuck with my very first job-working in a Welsh Hat factory….

It is weird, and I wish I could “unsee” some of the things I did see at Erotica, but the erotica crowd are some of the most friendly and supportive people around, I’d much rather be with a bunch of smutters than a gaggle of coders (we can get so bitchy *lol*)

Lovely post, Sweetie! And I can SO identify! I love what I do and the people I do it with (that sounds rude, doesn’t it?) Just finish telling my sister who the lovely ladies were in the photo I sent her of us waiting for the bus for the ETO banquet. Can’t tell you how proud I was to say ‘these lovelies are my partners in crime, and we’re all a part of the Brit Babes.’